"Rocker" as written by and Culmer/exall....
The last minute I'm living, I'll tell you no lie
I'll be a rocker till the day I die
Whips

I got no money for food, but that ain't a drag
'Cause I get my kicks from plastic bag

Yeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hair
I'm a rocker
I don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'cause
I'm a rocker

Don't care for me, I don't care for you
So let me live my life just like I want to do

Yeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hair
I'm a rocker
I don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'cause
I'm a rocker

I've respect for none, I shag nothing I do
And I break the law just like you wanted to

Yeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hair
I'm a rocker
I don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'cause
I'm a rocker

Don't laugh at my style, don't laugh at me
'Cause I'm the man you ain't the guts to be

Yeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hair
I'm a rocker
I don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'cause
I'm a rocker

I could've stayed at school, I could've got a degree
But there is no-one else that I'd rather be

Yeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hair
I'm a rocker
I don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'cause
I'm a rocker

I want to live it fast, I don't want to slow down
There's no place for me in this crazy town

Yeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hair
I'm a rocker
I don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'cause
I'm a rocker

Yeah I'm a rocker
Till the day I die


Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings

"Rocker" as written by Nicholas Culmer Chris Exall

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

Rocker song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain